#cullydia

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Thinking about how Lydia adopts a dracolisk she names Jesper (got the name from a book she likes) and Cullen rants about how ugly he is to Leliana and Josephine before a war council. Cue Lydia, slamming open the doors, storming in, and telling Cullen “don’t talk about our son like that!”

[laelior]

Random OTP fact: cullen can braid hair really well! He does Lydia’s hair after tresspasssr and eventually she and their daughter have matching hairstyles :)

That’s absolutely adorable. I’m living for the mental image of Cullen very patiently braiding the hair of a very energetic toddler, haha. <3

Thanks for sharing!

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

FYI part of me doesn’t care what the game says Lydia RUTHERFORD aka the lady lion rutherford owns a farm with her husband in south reach, their two kids, and she makes and sells wine and lives happily ever after

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Ok but like Cullen explaining battle tactics to Lydia and the calculations behind siege warfare and she’s all like “that’s hot take off your clothes immediately.”

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following and send me a pairing

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by the other

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: One character playing with the other's hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Bought myself a ticket to see P!nk because her song “try” is the cullydia anthem

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

F and M for the fanfic ask game?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

this is always tricky for me because I write a lot of dialogue. i think that's where stories come to life. That being said, this is a one shot i wrote about a year ago, Cullen and Lydia dancing at the Herald's rest (nsfwish,) From this fic

He doesn’t realize he has voiced his thought until she asks him how. But of course. She’s a woman of details, though he had only the thought and the notion. But she’s a woman of a thousand good stories, a woman of only the best trouble, and his. He sees no reason at all why he shouldn’t inform her of how, or even a reason why not.

“Here.” He says.

“On the floor?”

He smirks. “As if we haven’t.”

“It hurts my back.”

“Alright. The war table.”

“It also hurts my back.”

“Mine as well, but only after. But it’s alright. You’ll be on top. I can make the sacrifice.”

“Your Inquisitor and lover appreciates your service.”

But I would hold you, he promises, as you ride me. You’d sink against me for a bit and I’d hold you close, and I wouldn’t even turn my head to see. I’d feel their eyes but I’d mostly feel you. I’d feel you with so much of me that the part of me that should protest is a mockery.

“I’d look,” Lydia says. “I want to know everyone who loves us.”

I like this for a few reasons--I love exploring themes of what it means to be watched, what it means to live a public life (this is in my original fiction as well) and writing romantic banter is always my favorite. Plus I love couples just openly talking about sex lol

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Two. One is an Ada and Leon fic, wherein Ada comes to Leon after he sends her a message telling her he needs her. She eases his anxieties and his troubles and they act a little like lovers. My second is a cullen and lydia fic--partially inspired by that dancing scene in third class in Titanic (I actually started drafting it when I saw the rerelease in February) and partially inspired by that scene in the Witcher 3 hearts of stone DLC where Shani and the Vlod possessed Geralt go to a wedding. Essentially Cullen and Lydia go to a wedding of two of Cullen's soldiers, they get to be normal and show up for their people, dance, have a blast, and wonder when it'll be their turn to just be regular old normal people

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

I have a commissioned cullydia picture on my desk and apparently my students think Lydia looks like me, so win 😂

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Oh my goodness they are so stunning!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you!!!!! 💜

Happy birthday @a-shakespearean-in-paris!

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

"He wanted to say so much, yet he could give no thought on how to begin. Merely instead, he squeezed her shoulders in thanks. Thanks to his despaired, pained savior. Thanks to a beautiful woman, who shouldn't have been there with him on the field of battle"

Anyway, slowly remastering In Waking Dreams again. 

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

So I just found out Asher means “happy and blessed” and if you’ve read in waking dreams and know Asher…oh the irony 😂

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Ugh I want art of my new original couple so bad lol

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Romance novel inspired Cullen and Lydia by @theluckybard

Thank you so much again! 💜

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

A beautiful commission of Cullen and Lydia from @starsandskies ❤️ thank you so much, it cheered me right up!

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

in the garden, early morning, just us

So I heard tumblr was popular again? Anyway, have a short Cullen and Lydia early relationship fic <3

           “Lydia?”

           She couldn’t help but giggle as Cullen hovered over her, shading her from the morning sun. He had a careless, easy smirk that didn’t mock what Josephine referred to as her outlandish behavior. Lydia owned her outlandishness, her desire to walk barefoot through the garden and lay on the grass. Once, her mother walked barefoot through the grass at Ostwick.

           “Come here,” Lydia said, thankful he wasn’t wearing his usual armor as she beckoned him to sit. He squatted and sat next to her on the grass, covertly scanning the garden to see if any of his soldiers were also rising early.

          “It doesn’t matter if anyone sees,” Lydia promised, curling closer to him. “Trust me.”

           “I trust you.”

His voice was gentler with her than with others. Did Leliana and Josephine know that? Did the whole Inquisition know they were lovers now? He trusted her. He—

           He caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes, anticipating a kiss, anticipating all of him. “We can’t kiss here,” he muttered.

           “Cullen.”

           “Don’t pout.”

           She exaggerated her pout. “A small one.”

           He took her hand. He kissed her palm. He kissed her wrist. He kissed every finger. “There,” he said, offering another, final kiss for good measure. “For you.”

           “I should love to be had. Especially by you.”

           He grinned. “I could acquiesce.”

           “What’s stopping you?”

           His voice was low. “That I should also like to be had.”

           Maker he looked so beautiful in the morning light. His beard was darker than usual. He neglected shaving solely because she told him she loved the scratch against her mouth. It prickled her fingers as she caressed his jaw and touched his cheek. Their skins were different shades, her hand tiny on his cheek. This wasn’t usually him, to lay on the grass in the garden unarmored where someone could surely find him And this wasn’t usually her, to so brazenly want. No, she couldn’t be so bold as to hoist herself on him, have him as he desired…

           He wanted to be had. Just like her. He dreamed the same dreams she did. He laid on the grass with her.

           She laid flush against him, hoisting herself on him like she always imagined. He laughed, not caring anymore that someone could see. Didn’t they kiss on the battlements where all could see? Wasn’t her love for him written on her face for months and months before this? They should let a woman be in love. They should let a man be in love. They should let him kiss, and cherish, and be hers before anyone else’s.

           His lips were pliant against hers as they kissed, and then warm against her cheek after she parted from him, savoring. “I suppose it doesn’t matter,” he whispered between kisses. “Nothing matters. Only you.”

           “You don’t mean that.” She knew him too well.

           She kissed him before he could answer. She meant it to be quick and sweet but his lips parted and she could not bear to part.

           “I wish only you mattered,” he said. “In my head, at night, you are the only thing that does.”

           He smoothed a lock of hair away from her face, letting his fingers run through the loose strands. They wouldn’t alone for long now. Skyhold’s pilgrims came in the early morn to pray to Andraste in the chapel. Cullen was one of their occasional pilgrims. Lydia hadn’t seen him pray to Andraste since they kissed.

           “Cullen…”

           “I know. I shouldn’t think such things.”

           And yet he smiled deviously, knowingly. “I should be very cross with you if I wasn’t in your head. Especially at night.”

           “Oh. Well. I can’t have that.”

           She laid her head against his beating heart. They laid in the garden far longer than she would have ever thought he would allow. But his head, sometimes cruel to him, made her the only thing that mattered sometimes. By the way his heart beat underneath her ear, she knew what all mattered to him there in the garden, and perhaps a little bit more than that.

           “You are the only thing that matters almost always,” she said. “And I am sorry. Because I care. I care—and I know you do too, but I can’t stop only thinking about you.”

           “Please don’t be sorry.”

           “Cullen. I couldn’t even muster it. I couldn’t dare.”

           But they did dare, there in the garden. It still wasn’t long enough.

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

BRIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This. Is.So. stunning. I am in awe and blown away! Thank you so so much and gushing about Connor with you is the BEST!

Happy birthday @a-shakespearean-in-paris <3

I hope you have a lovely day! It’s been so nice to meet you and gush about Connor =) I hope you like your picture ^^